Wondering Towards Jerusalem

Tramping toward Jerusalem

On shattered feet

I feel incomplete

And replete with

Shaky bemusement

as I tune my ear

to what is near

and I hear so little

of joy or woe

in neither sows

my seeds to grow

the food that will

sustain my mill

that grinds to flour

the bread needed

for this hour and beyond

I stop.

I wait.

I kneel at the gate before me

I heal.

In peace I bind up my feet

And move to the street

God’s unbreakable love